As the blue hour settles over the hills, the kitchen becomes the heart of the home. Cooking is no longer a chore to be rushed before a 7:00 PM show. It is an evening-long event. You chop vegetables from the garden while she stirs a pot of soup, a glass of local wine sitting between you on the counter.
When the midday heat fades, you take the dogs and wander. There is no destination, only the discovery of a new patch of wild blackberries or the way the creek has carved a new path through the limestone. She points out a hawk circling high above; you find a perfectly flat skipping stone. Slow Life In The Country With One--39-s Beloved Wife
Turning off smartphones when the sun goes down. As the blue hour settles over the hills,